Jan 31, 2025
Deep within the emerald glade,
Where sun and shadow softly played,
A lone enchantress wove her lore,
Her whispers bound to ages yore.
Her voice was soft as twilight’s breath,
A song that charmed both life and death.
The trees bent low to hear her cry,
The river slowed to drift nearby.
A hunter came with steel and pride,
Yet faltered when her gaze he spied.
For in her eyes, the stars had burned,
A thousand fates, their paths discerned.
“Stay,” she murmured, “your fate is mine,
Our threads are knotted by design.”
And though he fought, his soul took flight,
To join her dance beneath the night.
Bound by fate, they walked as one,
Two hearts entwined ‘til stars were done.
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